March 17, 1829.— My very dear father, A few weeks ago, I spent upwards of a fortnight in London. I had liberty beyond my expectation in preaching at Hinde street one Sunday night, from 'As I live saith the Lord of Hosts, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked,' &c. The power of God was among the people. One woman cried out while I was preaching, and a general burst was anticipated. This however did not take place, perhaps through not going to prayer at the time. A great multitude stayed at the prayer meeting. Many were powerfully wrought upon, and it was supposed about thirty were saved. Glory be to God!
RTreffry's 'Life of John Smith' p271